Wednesday, April 15, 2020
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My mother was my life. Not only a mother but a best friend. My Mom an Pop (as I call them ) have never once let me down. Not once! That is a tall order if you know me. Just amazing people, especially my mom. There were many times that we could start up a conversation sitting at the kitchen table. Yes, we were kitchen dwellers. At times, not planning on talking we could strike a conversation that may last for hours. My mom wasn't necessarily worldly but she could discuss just about anything. If I needed advice she was the best. I've figured out early through many of our discussions that my mothers greatest trait was loyality. Well, it was her loyalty to the catholic religion and most of all her family. Her prize possession. The commitment to do so has amazed me through her life. She attended 7:00am mass daily, then home to make breakfast for anyone that was home. Our home and clothes we always clean. Oh, she mad the beds for the children too. The best is yet to come. Every day it was so nice to go home. Yes, every day when getting to the front door the aroma of something wonderful was in the air. Dinner, omg how I loved my mom's cooking. The best traditional cook known to me and probably any friend that was with me. On Sundays the entire family would come to dinner. We're big and can eat. One by one my family would arrive. Bearing gifts for the soul. Not flowers but wine, beer, and a after dinner drink was always available . On occasions, may occasions I would bring 1 or even 3 friends with me. Unannounced guests that my parents and family always accepted with open arms. I'm talking different races, religion and gender. Friends that I wanted to meet my family. To break bread with my family is must see entertainment. The ring leader and cook was my mom Lenora. I will never forget her and I will mourn her until I see her again. I love you mom.
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